Julia. It's who I am, who I'll always be. I live and breathe Julia Lovett. But things change the second my dad tells me we're moving. AGAIN. Betrayal, abandonment, love and regret bloom on the pages of my life. There's no going back. Things will never be the same. The ones I love become the ones I regret loving because of the pain I've put them in. But after a while, I sit down, ask myself, and wonder,

Dark Beauty. It's what my name means. Laila. I don't really know about my name, it dosen't really suit me. I would ask my parents why they gave me that name, but I don't know them, they left me, and I could care less. Okay, so maybe I DO care, but I don't know what's worse, thinking of ditching school to know more about my past, or the fact that I trust Sirius Black with my secrets...

I cannot, under any circumstances be falling for James. Right? I mean, he's an absolute prick, and I've hated him for all my life, and I hate it when he runs his hand through his messy black hair with that stupid grin plastered on his face, strutting around with his arrogant friends, tourmenting first years and getting somone to do his homework. I mean I can't possibly be falling for him. No way.

When Sirius is informed that Voldermort is on the way to Godric's Hollow, he has less than an hour to save Lily and James. But there is no apparating, or any magical way of getting to Godic's Hollow from London. Can he do it?